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Page 180 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Page 71 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Page 5 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 174 - That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.
Page 115 - So the foundations of his mind were laid. In such communion, not from terror free, While yet a child, and long before his time, Had he perceived the presence and the power Of greatness...
Page 96 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. 'But not the praise...
Page 180 - Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ; — It is to be all made of faith and service : — It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance.
Page 41 - A lovely Lady garmented in light From her own beauty : deep her eyes, as are Two openings of unfathomable night Seen through a Temple's cloven roof: her hair Dark : the dim brain whirls dizzy with delight, Picturing her form ; her soft smiles shone afar, And her low voice was heard like love, and drew All living things towards this wonder new.
Page 121 - Love ! I will tell thee what it is to love ! It is to build with human thoughts a shrine, Where hope sits brooding like a beauteous dove ; Where time seems young — and life a thing divine. All tastes, all pleasures, all desires combine To consecrate this sanctuary of bliss. Above, the stars in shroudless beauty shine; Around, the streams their flowery margins kiss: And if there's heaven on earth, that heaven is surely this.
Page 81 - s as good as t' other. XLm And then there was — but why should I go on, Unless the ladies should go off? — there was Indeed a certain fair and fairy one, Of the best class, and better than her class, — Aurora Raby, a young star who shone O'er Life, too sweet an image for such glass, A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded...